79 91. A Normal Day

Mack kept slowly walking as if was another common day, but for the rest of the people, it was their nightmare.

A few steps from Jonh, Mack stopped walking, and could see three other guys using the same kind of clothes as Jonh, after all, in an airport, not many people walked 'in a pack' using black suits. 

Mack snapped his finger and the three guys drop dead with their necks looking to their backs.

With the trash taken care, Mack's gaze went back to the guy with a scar on his face, the killer of his father.

Mack dreamed so much about this day that he could not even decide what to do. All seemed way too surreal for him now.

Mack kept looking at his father's killer without saying a single word as memories of that day came to his mind.

It was a normal day.

They were fishing in a small river in Colombia, the thing his father loved to do more.